’ The thought sent a delicious shiver down her spine and gooseflesh rising on her arms as she squatted beside the car, placing the jack beneath the ...xle. He watched her work, enjoying the way her muscles moved beneath her tanned flesh. He caught himself wondering if she was tanned and muscular all over. As she squatted beside his car, he caught his breath. She had an ass to die for. It was nice and round and looked so spankable. Quickly he shut that thought down before he ended up attacking her. But that’s ‘ought to’.” He didn’t like sponging off Sylvia, but his grandfather had appointed a trustee who was politically to the right of Genghis Khan. George got what the trustee was legally obliged to give him, but not any accommodation — like having the money waiting for him when he got back from Chile.Sylvia’s meatloaf was delicious; the girl could really cook. While dishwashing wasn’t his favorite shared activity, it was something they shared. “Want to explore?” he asked afterward.She. We just sat like this for a few minutes, I listened to her breath, felt her chest rising and falling against mine, her soft hair was like silk to my touch. After a time, she lifted her head up again, only this time she reached up and planted a kiss on my lips, just a peck, a teaser. I smiled broadly, and she moved in again. This time it was lingering, her tongue played on my lips, filling me with even more desire. But then she stopped, pulled away, and said that she had something else in store. Meanwhile, while the jars were in the canner, I started to build the shelves that they would be stored on. I picked up the hammer and was warned to wear goggles and gloves to protect myself. The drill warned me not to touch the bit when moving and to wear goggles and secure loose objects like ties and long hair. The saw warned... well you get the idea. I couldn't stand it and escaped as only a true TV can - I ran into the bedroom and got dressed.At least I tried to. I couldn't help myself; I.